“How did you find me?”
“What do you mean?” I knew what he meant but there was no way I was giving in that easily. I didn’t know him. I may have been attracted to him, but I also wasn’t stupid.
“Online. You cracked my firewalls. How?”
“Ten down is—”
“Lily,” he barked.
I looked up, licking my lips. “What?”
His nostrils flared, his gaze following the swipe of my tongue as it slid across my bottom lip. “Answer the damn question,” he demanded, his voice husky.
I leaned back, crossing my arms under my chest. “Ask me nicely.”
His jaw clenched. “Lily.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Ask me nicely, Lucas.”
“Fuck.” He inhaled a sharp breath. “How did you crack my firewalls?”
“That’s not asking me nicely, but I really have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t even know what firewalls are.” Although the words leaving my mouth were all a lie, I didn’t move my gaze from his.
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re good, Lily Pad. You’re really good.”
“What?” I batted my eyelashes innocently. “I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Lucas was naked. Completely and utterly naked. He took off his eye patch, throwing it on the floor as well. “Happy?”
I slowly rose to my full height, taking in every inch of his naked body. His flaccid cock jumped under my scrutiny and that was when I noticed the tattoo. All of the tattoos. I knew his torso had been inked but I didn’t realize that most of his legs were and also his… “I…you’re tattooed. Everywhere.” A red octopus sat on his hip, one of its tentacles reaching the tip of his dick.
He turned around.
“Definitely everywhere.” Even his ass was covered. I reached out to touch him but thought better of it and pulled my hand back. He was covered in ink. From black and white to color, the intricate designs covered most of his body. But what I also saw, were scars. Jagged and ripped, it looked like he had been whipped.
Searing agony ripped through me. My muscles shredded from my bones. Flesh ripped free, tearing and separating as the abuse only worsened.
It felt like I was being torn up by an animal.
My limbs trembled. My skin became damp with sweat.
I tried forcing the evil away, but it only made them hurt me more.
Blue eyes stared back at me. They were filled with pain, pity, fear. So much damn fear.
I looked away as the screams shattered through me. As much as I did everything I could to fight off my attacker, my begging only heightened the violence laid upon my body.
“Please.” My voice, so young, so innocent. One word was all it took. One syllable was all that was needed to make the pain worsen. I wasn’t sure how that was even possible, but it was, and it happened.
A sob left me as the new attack was bestowed on my body. What felt like a lifetime later, the heavy weight on top of me lifted, taking all of my breath with it.
“You did well, Lucas.”
I turned my head away from the voice. Tears no longer fell down my cheeks. My body no longer hurt. I was numb. Completely and utterly numb.
My mind was broken. I was gone. Far past the point of shattered. My soul, if I even had one anymore, hid and shied away in the corners. The Devil himself would look away at this depravity.
Gentle hands roamed over my body, soothing the ache that had been permanently etched into my soul. Salve was rubbed into my skin. My cuts were bandaged. I was cleaned, fed and put back in my cage like the rest of them.
Animals. Pets. That’s what we were. All because our foster parents had an addiction. For hunger. Power. Money. Control. It was all about control. Over people smaller than them. One slap was all it took to force most to their knees. But me? No, I was bigger. It took a lot more than a slap to force me to submit. And I paid for it. I always paid for it.
I vowed from that point on that I would do whatever I could to rid the world of monsters like them.
Even if I died trying.
Throughout history, The Lady, Goddess of the Lycan world, has gifted werewolf packs with humans who carry her mark. Theodora Morrissey’s plans to return to college for her graduate degree are ended when she is awakened by an otherworldly voice on a rarely used airstrip in Nebraska. Injured and disoriented, she has no idea the discoloration on her back has marked her as a Seer, and that she is now a possession—and the prisoner—of the Novus Pack of Lycans.
To the Novus pack, the word of their leader, their Laird, is the law. With compelling gray eyes and long dark hair, Raider Black rules his pack with intelligence and ruthlessness. To cement the security of his pack, Black has committed to mate another Packleader’s daughter. But he’s finding it impossible to fight his attraction to the pack’s alluring new Seer, claiming her as his own.
Sweet, fearless, and unintentionally funny, Theo upends Black’s world and pushes the boundaries of his rules. How far is Black willing to go, and what will he sacrifice, to save both his pack and the human Seer who’s found a way not only into his bed, but his heart?
Melanie Jayne doesn’t know what she wants to be when and if she ever grows up. She’s worked retail, recorded hearings in a Federal Courtroom, worked behind the scenes with security at a casino and currently she is living her dream writing Romance.
She plots and plans from her farm in central Indiana that she shares with her husband and two mastiffs, Ginger and Duncan Keith. When she isn’t creating she can be found watching sports, searching for the perfect mascara and reading. She also loves questionable TV- Any Real Housewives, The Steve Wilkos Show and Live PD. Plus she is addicted to the TMZ app on her phone.
Melanie loves to meet readers. She attends many conferences and signings. Please take a moment and introduce yourself and tell her what you are reading.
“An unexpected evil brings both the MC and Military world together in this brand new series by J.M. Walker”
His demons are loud.
Held captive within his mind, he does everything he can to forget his life before Vice-One.
As one of the newest recruits, his main goal is to have his “brothers” trust him and he’ll do just about anything to make that happen. Until one passionate night with Creena Chan, the military was all he had.
She’s hiding from her past.
A trained professional, she keeps that part of her life to herself. The darkness weighs heavily on her chest, mixing with the beats of her heart, caused by the one man she tries to ignore. Vincent Stone is nothing like she imagined. Months of flirting lead to an explosion she never saw coming.
Only when Creena and Stone’s limits are tested, do they realize exactly what they will do to find that peace their family and friends deserve
I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader’s Copy of this book
So, we have come to the end of the King’s Harlots Series, so sad. This series has had it all, a cool women’s mc, hot alpha military guy, a scary AF human trafficking ring, and lets not forget the suspense of finding out just who is behind said ring. Now, onto Rust!!
All the men from Vice-One are Uber alpha, my favorite so far has been Coby Porter from Rude, but now I want to be the meat in a Coby Porter and Vincent Stone sandwich!!!!!!
Holy moly did Walker have me hot to trot with Stone. He’s relatively new to the Vice-One team, but just like the rest of them he’s military, alpha, and he’s also got secrets.
Creena Chan; member of King’s Harlots, nurse, and a lady with one hell of a secret of her own.
Creena and Stone have always been flirty friends, but have never crossed that line until they wake up in bed together hungover and that my friends is the start of a HOT, steamy, complicated relationship.
Walker wraps up this series in a neat little bow, but we all know that while bows look neat, making them takes lots of twist and turns and things that come out of nowhere. What I mean is I never saw the secrets and the players that came out in this book coming and Walker did a great job of between keeping me on edge with suspense and keeping me on edge with the super hot scenes with Stone and Creena.
Even though the series has ended I would love to catch a glimpse of the gang in the future.
J.M. Walker is an Amazon bestselling author who loves all things books, pigs and lip gloss. She is happily married to the man who inspires all of her Heroes and continues to make her weak in the knees every single day.
Enjoy this Twinsie Talk Exclusive scene from J.M. Walker involving a fan favourite, Coby Porter.
My hand slid to the base of my dick. I squeezed, pulled, tugged. The muscle twitched and grew the longer and harder I stroked it.
Shivers raced down my spine. The tiny hairs on my body tingled and danced. Especially because a pair of dark eyes was staring back at me.
Brogan struggled against her restraints, sounds of whimpers muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. Although I couldn’t make out what she was saying, her eyes and body told all.
With her legs spread wide, her pussy dripped and clenched, matching the movements of my hand stroking my cock.
“Do you like what you see, little one?” I asked, my voice rough and husky.
She moaned, throwing her head back and started undulating her hips.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I growled, pinching the head of my dick.
Her gaze snapped back to mine. They were filled with so much damn heat, a drop of pre-cum dripped from the slit at the tip of my cock.
I hissed, bringing my hand up to my mouth and licked the salty liquid off of my thumb.
Brogan moaned, her eyes darkening even more.
I grinned. She had wanted to play. Do something new. Well I made sure to give her exactly that.
“I’m going to make you feel good without even touching you, beautiful girl,” I purred, my hand picking up speed with its strokes.
She panted, breathing hard around the ball in her mouth.
“You can feel me, can’t you?”
She nodded, her eyes locked onto the spot between my legs.
“Imagine me inside you,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’m fucking that sweet cunt. Can you feel my cock sliding in and out of you?”
She whimpered, shaking in the bounds wrapped around her wrists and ankles.
“Feel my mouth on your neck, Brogan. My teeth grazing along your skin, sending shivers along with it. You like not knowing when I’m going to bite you.”
Her hips moved, the sweet liquid between her milky thighs becoming more pronounced the longer time went on.
Fuck me, she was wet and I was so damn hard, it took everything in me not to head over to the bed and fuck the shit out of her. But I wouldn’t. Not yet. I wanted her so damn ready for me that one thrust of my cock had her crying out my name. I didn’t want her screams. I didn’t want her to beg. I wanted her to fucking sob for me.
Inching my other hand up my thigh, I cupped my balls and squeezed.
Her eyes widened, her breathing picking up.
I grinned. “You’re ready for me.”
“You wish I was over there, taking care of that beautiful ache between your legs.”
She nodded again, her nostrils flaring.
“I want you to come without me touching you.”
“It can happen, Brogan.” She was so damn responsive to me, I knew I could make her come without touching her. “Imagine me between your legs, kissing up your inner thigh. I leave tiny bites on your skin because I know you love it. It drives you fucking crazy.”
Brogan moaned, nodding.
My grin grew. My balls tightened, the release hovering. I breathed through it.
“Imagine my mouth just above your clit, my tongue peeking out to have a little taste. Teasing. Taunting. Soft licks, not quite hard enough to give you that orgasm your greedy cunt wants.”
Brogan’s hips started moving in tune with my words, each sentence bringing her closer and closer to that edge she craved.
“You beg for more. For me to go harder. To fuck your pussy with my tongue. You want my cock but you’re so damn aroused that you can’t help but want my tongue too. You’re greedy. Hungry. Enraged with need for me,” I slowed down my strokes, careful not to come just yet. “Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, I give you what you want. My tongue pierces your opening. Thrusting in and out of you to the point you’re fucking my face. Your pussy is so damn wet, it drips all over me. All I can smell is you.”
Her sounds of pleasure get louder, her hips moving harder and faster. She was teetering on the edge of no control.
“You’re imagining it, aren’t you?” I asked, sliding my hand up and down my thick cock.
She nodded, tears welling in her eyes at the need for the physical touch I wouldn’t let her have.
“Good girl,” I grit out. “Imagine my fingers spreading you wide as I suck your clit between my teeth. You’re so fucking turned on that you don’t last and come undone—”
Brogan screamed around the gag in her mouth.
My release shot onto my stomach, the unexpected orgasm taking my breath away. But it wasn’t enough.
Before Brogan could come down from her high, I was on her. I pulled the ball gag from between her lips and covered her mouth with mine at the same I thrust my cock inside her.
“Coby,” she sobbed, tears leaking from her eyes.
“That’s it, Brogan,” I growled. “Cry for me.”
Her sobs hardened, her body shaking through the release I let her have.
My dick twitched as it finished emptying into her.
Unlatching the cuffs from around her wrists, I slowed my hips and licked back into her mouth.
Her hands roamed down my back, her nails scratching into my skin before cupping my ass and pulled me deeper into her.
I shivered, releasing her mouth and stared down at the woman who was my undoing.
Her eyes were glazed over, her cheeks flushed. Sweat matted her hair to her forehead. She was so damn beautiful.
“That…” She sighed. “Was amazing.”
I smirked. “I told you I could make you come with just my words.”
“An unexpected evil brings both the MC and Military world together in this brand new series by J.M. Walker”
Lies are necessary, mistakes are fatal, and sins unforgivable.
He’s a priest.
I repeat the words daily in hope that they’ll erase the picture of a perfect man from my mind. I don’t want to look at him intimately, but I can’t stop. Could any woman stop? I’ve seen the way they ogle him and I’ve heard the whispers in town; the ones of committing the unforgivable sin with the new addition to our parish.
Living in Pace was supposed to be easy, and it was, until I began seeing Father Cameron as more than a clergyman. He was kind and quiet. He was that perfect distraction I needed to forget my past.
Now that my body wants him, the pull is even stronger. His presence overpowers the room, his scent lingers in my lungs for hours and his kind heart is slowly healing my pain.
I pray for a resolution to my feelings but it’s not helping. My mind is clouded and my past is catching up to me without my knowledge…
Wanting him is a constant, needing him feels nurturing and resisting him is impossible. After all, forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, except when it’s poisoned…
Question: A seductress steals your husband, rips apart your family and shatters your dreams.
a) Wish them luck, and walk away with your head held high (because that’s what society expects you to do)?
b) Quietly seethe, but accept that there is just nothing you can do about it (because it easier for everyone if you do nothing)?
c) Dig up dirt on the bitch (because someone like this would undoubtedly have dirt), use it to sabotage their relationship, then sit back with a glass of Pinot Grigio and watch them burn? Answer: C. Oh, totally C.
Meet Scarlett Smyth. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, has a rocking body and has an above average IQ. She brags that she can ensnare any husband or taken male, and …she often does. She also is ambitious and has a penchant for anything expensive.
When the shrewd and ambitious temptress lays eyes on Bradley Murdoch, she believes she has found her dream man and a ticket to the high life she’s entitled to. There are just two problems:
1) Bradley is married to Rival. Happily at that.
2) They have children. Adorable little girls.
Do those facts deter Scarlett in any way? No, not at all. She is determined to steal Bradley, smoothly replace Rival in his life and show him how to really live life.
In a calculating move, the seductress (she is so good at seduction, she is even penning a book on it) befriends the quiet and unassuming Rival and seduces Bradley.
There’s more: To expedite things, Scarlett engineers a way to wipe Rival out of the picture and sends her away on a “vacation”.
But Scarlett may have underestimated her opponent. When Rival realizes the extent of the betrayal, she decides, even though she lacks Scarlett’s genius IQ, not to turn the other cheek. In fact, she is determined to win back her husband, believing that he is a good man who is simply mistaking lust for love. She believes that someone like Scarlett has to have skeletons in her cupboards and she begins to snoop around.
What Rival doesn’t understand is: no one crosses Scarlett and gets away with it. As a result, the betrayed wife and the other woman collide and results in this romantic, suspense-filled thriller.
I stare at him, all my fingers threaded through my hair, my mind muddled and trying to make sense of everything.
“This is not happening,” I mutter. “Can’t be happening!” Then I notice Bradley holding her hand. My best friend’s hand. With both of his.It’s happening. At this point, I should be furious with him, with her, with the entire deception. I should yell at her, hurl abuse, even threaten to kill her. But I’m numb with shock and disbelief. I sink deep into my hospital chair, and fight the urge to rock. “Where…do…I go with the children?”
“Well, that’s been taken care of. They will stay with Scarlett and me. But you can see them –”
I leap to my feet. “No!”
“—whenever you want to.”
“I will not let you take my children, Bradley.”
“Rival, it’s all done.” His voice – he’s using the same tone he uses on our little girls when they’re being unreasonable.
“Done?” I feel a stab of panic. “What do you mean by done?”
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Scarlett interrupts, “Rival, the courts –”
“Don’t speak,” I warn, my index finger raised in the air, my eyes fixed on Bradley’s face.
“Don’t SPEAK!” I repeat.
Bradley quickly stands in front of Scarlett, his arms outstretched in a protective gesture.
“Rival, listen: the court have appointed me sole custodian after you were charged with child negligence. All your visits have to be supervised.”
“What!” I blink rapidly. “Supervised visits? Me?”
“Well, Rival,” Scarlett says in an irritated voice, “you’ve a drug habit—”
“Shut UP, Scarlett!” I snarl.
“—and the last thing we want to do is to endanger—”
Everything happens so quickly. One minute I’m asking Scarlett to shut up, the next I have her on the floor, beating her head with the heavy-duty stapler from my doctor’s desk. There’s blood all over the floor and all over me.
Both Bradley and the doctor are unable to pull me off Scarlett and it takes six men in white to pull me off the woman who stole my husband, my children, my life.
“Let me go!” I yell. “I need to speak to my husband!”
They won’t let me. I scream and kick at Scarlett’s rescuers. When they restrain my hands, I bite them – sink my teeth into their forearms, chest and legs. Where I get my strength from, I have no idea, but I am suddenly so strong, it takes nine men, including two security guards in the end, to physically restrain me.
“BRADLEY!” I scream. “Don’t do this to me!”
I get no response from my husband. Frustrated, I spit on the men.
That’s when they place a lace hood over my face, a strait jacket over my body and throw me into a padded cell where no one can hear me scream. That doesn’t stop me from screaming and hurling abuse. But when I start to bang my head against the door, they re-enter the room, surround me, and inject me. The last thing I see before my eyes shut is the image of my husband holding my best friend’s hands. With both of his. Don’t do this to me, Bradley. Please don’t do this to me. Please …